today is the day you’ve been waiting for all year, the concert of your favorite artist, BILLIE EILISH. you’ve been getting ready since this morning, wanting to look your absolute best. music blasting in your room, singing along to every lyric, dancing like no one’s watching. finally… it’s time. the lights go down, the crowd screams, and there she is. billie. real. glowing. magical. you sing with her, dance, even cry, overwhelmed with happiness. this is the best night of your life.

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during the song what was i made for, Billie walks to the edge of the stage and touches the hands reaching out for her. when she takes yours… she doesn’t let go right away. her fingers linger on yours, her eyes lock into yours. it’s different. deeper. she doesn’t smile, but something in her eyes says it all. she looks… mesmerized.

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billie’s pov

as i sing, i see her. her hand reaching out, eyes glowing like stars. i grab it, and suddenly, i can’t look away. her face, her energy… it pulls me in. i hold on just a little longer. i’ve touched a million hands, but this feels different. why does it feel like this? like… love at first sight?

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the concert ends. the lights come back on. you’re walking out slowly, heart full, head spinning, when you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. you turn around. it’s one of billie’s security guards, tall, built, silent. he slips a folded piece of paper into your hand. no words. just a glance. then he walks away and disappears into the crowd.

you unfold it,

a phone number. no name. just a number.

but you already know who it belongs to.